After a hearty meal, Qiao An leaned back on the sofa, patting her belly.
Uh-oh!
Ate too much!
What should I do…
She felt a bit uncomfortable, and seeing her like this, Mu Jingxi picked up her coat, "Let's go out for a digestive walk."
The cold wind was howling outside, but Qiao An didn't feel like going out for a walk.
She declined coldly.
Mu Jingxi wasn't annoyed, he helped her up and started walking circles in the apartment.
"Mu Jingxi, what are you doing?"
"Helping you digest."
"No need, I'll be fine after sitting for a while."
The man's hand grasped her wrist so firmly that she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
In the end, she simply stopped walking.
She stopped and glared at him resentfully; his stern yet handsome eyes remained calm and gentle: "If you don't walk a bit, you'll have insomnia."
She was going to take a bath and rest soon, and if she ended up with insomnia, there'd be no hope of resting that night.
